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Dolent

LECTURAS 84
Votos 9
Partes 4
Hora 9m

LECTURAS 84
Votos 9
Partes 4
Hora 9m

Contenido adulto

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"Unfortunate"
"Wretched"
"cursed"

Are words that shouldn't be uttered to a child even by mistake, but when have humans ever abided by morality and humanity? All her pitiful life Charu ever went through were the words of misfortune, actions of cruelty and gazes of disgust and fear. A tragedy by birth.

So, she ended it all. The expectation of compassion felt flimsy and inadequate.
She proved the world that she is worse than the devil that created her.
The world that once saw her as a shadow of the cursed now sees her as the ruler of the wicked. 

Unironically, he was everything she despised and doubted. 


"Radiant"
"Gentle"
"blessed"

Are words that aren't enough to describe him. He is more than what the world asked for and everything humanity ever dreamt of. A fairytale in reality.

Kaien was the redemption given to this world for its sins.
He thrived to bring out the best in people and by God he was perfect at it.
Never once did he look at the world with disdain and ugly hatred.

Ironically, he hated the very existence of her with everything he had.Todos los derechos reservados

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